It didn't kill me.
It didn't make me stronger either.
In the end it just left another scar on my heart, next to all the rest.
Each one a different memory.

And these 3 remain: faith, hope, and love, but the greatest of these is love ( Read more... )

It never rains, it pours! But in this instance, that's a good thing ( Read more... )

Oh for fuck sakes... as soon as I mentioned that I did shrooms, Roni says she did coke that same night. I get it - it's new found freedom, she wants to experiment and find herself, sow her wild oats, whatever. But she's gone too far off the Reservation. She says it was only 1 line, and maybe it was - but that's how it starts. So now Wayne and I ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting on the couch, talking to Wayne. The swirls of smoke wafting up, the shrooms kicking in. There's a statue of a sitting Buddha in the corner, and the dog is asleep and snoring. We get to talking... it starts as nothing in particular but as the evening progresses the questions get deeper. Tell me about this thing, and how did that thing ( Read more... )

I have demons. I have tried to drown them, but they will not die - they know how to swim ( Read more... )

I'm parked for the night in some camping spot - I don't even know exactly where. I couldn't go home. Not tonight. The ringing in my ears is bad - I played my music too loud again; but the rain helps to drown it out. Sleep comes in 10 to 15 minute spurts ( Read more... )

And in my darkest hour... it's just me. As usual.

And I only am survived alone to tell thee....

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